I'm just so tired of this
Because it makes no ******* sense
I'll apologize
When you're the one who knocked me down
If I were to slash my wrist
I would use my last dying breath
To apologize
For getting blood on your shirt
All you do is victimize
You never seem to realize
That no one even likes you
You like to act like you're so great
And that everything you say goes
You are manipulative
Vindictive
You make everyone around you
Feel like absolute ****
And then guilty
For not doing as you say
You pompous ****
You're nothing but a *****
Upset
Because you've got a tiny ****
And you make up for it
By acting like one but
It doesn't make you desirable
Just liable
For all the stupid **** you say
I remember the first time you told me to go **** myself
I contemplated it
I held the blade in my hand and thought
"If it's what you want, it must be right"
But there has been no greater wrong
You told me my depression
Was caused by myself
And that its a good thing I had an eating disorder
I was getting fat, anyways
As for my anxiety?
"Get over it, quit being a little *****"
And I agreed
I let every word
That tumbled from you lips
To cut me like knives
Because if you say it
It must be true